The 2nd French Revolution

French class had become a battlefield.

Words are ammunition,

While mouths are the primary weapons

of mass destruction.

Sorry Bush, they are in America, not Iraq.

Close friends become enemies

as one becomes a treacherous snake.

Revenge is sought by those

betrayed (and with good reason too).

For punishment is either a bad joke,

a song no one can understand,

or worse,

an ill pronounced poem by Prevert.

Who would have thought I would dread

going to French class after three years?

But it's all right I learned my lesson,

since my so-called friend

stabbed me in the back

to save himself from this horrendous task.

Rosa, Ernesto, it's war!